Letter lyrics

Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick
It's tuesday 4:24 a.m
I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss
I wanna send a copy to the industry
Let these n*ggas know how I really feel
I hope there's enough ink in this motherf*cker
Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p
Make sure I got enough reefer
Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night

Think I'm in the wrong place
Thought I was in the music business
Lotta you n*ggas doin music, but ain't nobody doin business
Everybody want favors, Who you n*ggas f*ckin kiddin?
My brother went to prison n*gga
Ain't none of you n*ggas f*ckin visit
A n*gga want me on his album take care of f*ckin business
Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished
Labels got you n*ggas fooled
Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies
A lotta you n*ggas is music whores Cause y'all n*ggas don't get it
I'ont understand you n*ggas though
Cause all I hang around is b*tches
Soon as you make a b*tch mad, first thing she do is twist it
A b*tch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it
f*ck n*ggas tell lies
Real n*ggas pay attention
Two n*ggas beefin means: One hot, one isn't
No awards, filthy rich
Guess what? ain't trippin
Ol g's og
Cause them n*ggas
Control their feelings
Killers kill and killers don't tell you n*ggas that they killin
A n*gga that tell the story first
The n*gga don't pay no f*ckin attention
n*ggas lie for one reason: To boost they motherf*ckin image
You hear a n*gga droppin names
The project comin out in a minute
The only name's you n*ggas say
The one that the streets feelin
You want street cred?
You got to go in the streets
And go an get it
And n*ggas that talk the most sh*t
The main n*ggas that ain't authentic
The rar rar n*gga
He the same n*gga in court snitchin
The game real simple homey
It's all talk and no killin
A bunch of n*ggas that sit around
And try to come up with gimmicks
If you was real homey
You'll know what's real
And what isn't
Ain't never rapped about
A n*gga in prison
That I ain't went and f*ckin vist
3 albums and ain't drop
One name still with it
Told you n*ggas from day one
"pus*y n*gga, I ain't friendly"
Real n*ggas can't be emulated
And y'all try to f*ckin bill it
I keep my eyes on you n*ggas
And f*ck with you
From a distance
My principles is non-negotiable
Point, blank, period!
It's kinda hot in this motherf*cker
But we got the a/c on
Baby you actin like your fingers hurt
Alright I got that little sh*t out the way
I got some more sh*t for you to type
Ready...

Last n*ggas got shot
Sued me for ten mill
Some more n*ggas playin gangster
I found out that wasn't real
Them yoppers started goin off
Everybody f*ckin squeal
n*ggas go from playin gangster
To tellin who the shooter is
I don't know a n*gga that rob
That bring is camera
To the crime scene
Me somewhere without a couple shooters
You f*ckin kiddin me?
n*ggas win oscars off of actin
And I see
A n*gga try anything
To trick you off
These f*ckin streets
A n*gga try it all
Just to sit down
In your f*ckin seat
Bein hot? I know about it
I been that since '03
Goon impersonators
Is all you f*ck n*ggas'll ever be
You either one of two things:
You either groupies or the police
Ah man, it's gettin kind late
But before I go
Type this sh*t right here

I charge 40,000
I'm really worth 60
This month was kind of slow
Only did a quarter milli
I'm hotter right now
Then any n*gga who ever diss me
Know why you mad
Cause I'm hotter than you and your city
Been in the streets
Say ounce goin for 550
My dog just came home
Bought him the 760
"oh plies must be scared
Keep his security with him"
Security ain't for you n*ggas
My security for these b*tches
A million dollar n*gga
In a 30 dollar di*kie
n*gga I was totin choppers
When n*ggas was riding 20's
n*ggas was on e&j
n*gga I was drankin remy
Was it a 745?
Fore n*ggas had hemmys
Benz on 4's dogs
Hummer 26s
I put the 8's on the drop
Got the 2's on the bentley
And n*ggas claim to hate me
But ain't got no holes in me
n*gga I sell goon
n*gga just say "how many? "
Ain't on a hundred songs
pus*y cause I ain't friendly
Bills: I got none
Money: I got plenty
Gutter, and never left
n*gga is still in me
Say I'm her baby daddy
Well that's that b*tch opinion

A man, I'm finna let you go on
Ahead and go home dog
I don't think you like to work
As late as I like to work
But I'm a finish this another time homey